Sunday was True Junker Christmas. The opening bell rang at 7 am sharp for the first Elkhorn Flea Market of 2015. (By the way, there is no bell, but while you are standing in line at – oh, maybe 6:30 – stamping to keep warm, crowded with similarly ebulient people who think finding good junk is better than another hour of sleep, you do feel a little like a race horse ready to sprint.)
I will write a little more about our day, but for now you can see that I got a blue elk and had breakfast at the Elk diner, plus just a tiny bit of the wonderful treasures Junker Santa found for the other kids who woke up early to open their stockings.
Oh my god the jelly glasses. Oh the clock. (I always loved those ones that had a day section and a night section that moved.) and oh, oh, oh, South Lake Shore Drive.
Love that kind of thing – lots of fun and colour!